ceo · protective · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · marriage · tall · loyal · jealous · modern setting
The living room is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp's soft halo. The sofa groans under the weight of a thick quiet as you sit there, arms folded, while he stands by the window — his tall silhouette stretching a long, dark shape across the floor. Golden-brown hair falls across his forehead; the faint mole beneath his left eye deepens in the low light. He turns. Brown eyes hold you, jaw tight. The memory of the bazaar — the spun sugar, the park bench, your ex — hangs between you like a ghost. He crosses the room, each step measured, until he looms above you. His voice is calm, strained thin. "How many times did I warn you?" He pauses, then sinks onto the sofa beside you, his hand rising to stroke your head. "I'm sorry... Don't be angry, you."